Toubabs to the Rescue
Trip Start Sep 01, 2006
35Trip End Dec 15, 2006
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The first was one of the most traumatic events I have ever witnessed in my life. Only twenty minutes outside of Saint Louis, my taxi (with 7 large Senegalese men and then me, little toubab girl, squeezed into the back) approached a gathering crowd of crying women and screaming men. My driver stopped and all of the 7 men sprinted out of the car to see what was going on. I have NEVER seen Senegalese people move so quickly! The cries from the women turned into wails as the men were standing around an overturned Gendarmerie (like the national guard/police) car and arguing in a mix of Wolof and French
I ended up falling asleep and was woken up by the taxi driver once we were back in Dakar. I was disoriented and exhausted; I just wanted to get home as quickly as possible to take a nap or maybe even to sleep through the night. When I got back to my house and unsuccessfully negotiated with my second taxi driver, I realized that my afternoon wouldnt be any more peaceful than my morning. My little sister wanted to go to the beach and I can't ever say no to her. We had a decent time at the beach with our older brother, Papsy, and with my roommate, Rachel, but we didn't stay too long because it was a bit cold -- and by cold, I mean low 70s -- and because I was tired. On the way home, I made an ACTUAL rescue when Rachel and I decided to pick up the cutest white (toubab) kitten ever to be spotted in Senegal. We decided that it's a boy although it's a little hard to tell since he can't be more than two weeks old. We fed him tuna and gave him fatty cream to drink to fatten him up, and then we named him Chubby in the hopes that his name would soon fit his appearance.
Chubby requires a LOT of attention and love, so I'm going to have to get back to my adorable kitten now!